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The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Five

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.

Thor made his way back to the meeting room, disheartened. The other three turned when he walked into the room. He shook his head. “She’s upset with me for telling you her name. She wouldn’t talk. All she said was that she’s older than most people think and she’s not a little kid.”

“I’m surprised you got that much out of her,” Hawkeye muttered.

Natasha poked him with her elbow. “What do we do now?” she asked.

“Stark said they’d check in as soon as they’d checked some things out, so we’ll just wait for him to contact us,” Fury said. “That’s about all we can do right now.”

The waiting seemed to last forever, but finally an agent notified them that Stark was calling from a payphone in a hotel. Fury put the phone on speakerphone. “Yes? What’s your news?” he asked.

Stark sighed, his voice crackling over the phone. “It’s not good. The tower is completely leveled. There’s absolutely nothing left. There’s no signs of who did it or how. Although…” His voice trailed off.

“What?” Fury asked. They heard muttering on the other end of the line.

“Well, Cap and Banner both think they saw someone watching us from the roof of a nearby building. We can’t be sure, but they think it might have been… Loki.” The tension in the meeting room increased dramatically. “We’re pretty sure he’s the one who blew up the tower, whether that was him up there or not,” Stark continued. “What about you guys? How did your interrogation go?”

Clint growled, but Fury sent him a glare. “Not so good. She won’t talk.”

Stark’s sigh could be heard by all of them. “Well, I doubt she has any connection to Loki. She was probably just part of a prank, you know, like those kids who dare each other to try to sneak into the building. She’s probably harmless.”

“I hope so,” Fury responded. “We’ll keep her here until you guys have a crack at her. What’s your next course of action?”

“We’ll probably stick around here a little longer and see if we can find anything,” Stark said. “It may be a while before we get back.”

“Okay,” Fury replied. “Signing off.” He shut down the call and turned to them. “There’s not much we can do until they get back, so just get some rest and be ready for when they get back. I’ll call you when they get here.” The groups split up and headed to their rooms to rest.

Yup, it was. I’ve also cut myself on glass in the trash can (I have three scars from that) and scraped my forearm on a chicken wire fence (scarred there too…), and one time I sliced my thumb open while chopping potatoes. Broken glass just seems to gravitate to me… -_-